Scattered Ambitions
4,000 club
Avalon rode the portal like a current. It was just that, a current, expect instead of blue and green water, the current glowed neon and purple, and there appeared to be faces pressed up against the outside, looking in. They were obviously human, just horribly distorted and a sickly grey. She shuddered and was spat onto the ground. Surprisingly, she could stand, without assistance. It appeared her tail had been split into...legs, scaled and orange. Where was she? And what was she wearing? It was some itchy, uncomfortable drab grey skirt and matching jacket over a white blouse, with black shoes, that she promptly kicked off.